With his wrists bound by zip ties, Rocco's curses filled the air.
Piero ripped the sleeve from Rocco's shirt revealing a bandage.
Holding Jasmine against me, I lifted my brow in question.
“He's the man who tried to get to Jasmine," Piero said. “The one I shot in New York."
“Rocco?" How had he been in New York and gotten back to Kansas City before Jasmine? I knew the answer. Rocco had flown while Piero and Jasmine drove.
“I don't know what you're talking about," Rocco replied, his gaze filled with hatred directed at both me and Jasmine. He spoke to Armando. “Let me go. I'm the next consigliere. If you let me go, I might spare your life."
When Armando turned to me, I shook my head and directed my message toward Rocco. “Dante is the next consigliere. When my husband learns what you've
